Leah

The air between us grew thicker as I held his stare, the cup of coffee forgotten in my hand. His baby blue eyes were fixed on mine with confidence, and I hadn't seen them in him before.

"Do you like me?"

His answer came without hesitation. "Yes."

Heat shouldn't have crawled up my neck, but it did.

"I thought I'd made that pretty obvious by now."

I knew he was interested, but confessing he liked me was unexpected.

"I'm a divorcee with a kid," I said quietly.

"I know."

He stepped ...